“Dane Grey saved our home.”
“How?”
“He had known Colonel Tarleton in London and had done something for him over there.”
“How did he get in communication with Colonel Tarleton when he was an officer in the American army?” The girl would not answer.
“Was he taken prisoner?” Still she was silent, for the sarcasm in Erskine’s voice was angering her.
“He fought once under Benedict Arnold—perhaps he is fighting with him now.”
“No!” she cried hotly.
“Then he must be a——”
She did not allow him to utter the word.
“Why Mr. Grey is in British uniform is his secret—not mine.”